Out of the Zhou Mansion, he was agitated by the wind, and Fan Jin woke up a lot.

After getting into the carriage, he opened the curtain a little boredly, looked at the bustling and lively streets, and was puzzled.

It is said that thousands of miles of officials are only for money.

Squire Zhang took the shit luck to become a county magistrate, and in order to make friends with him, a new promoter, he shot a set of exquisite courtyards worth thousands of taels of silver.

Zhou Xuedao was downtrooping in his early years, but since he became an official, even if he was a noble official like Xuedao, the two thousand taels of silver tickets were still not taken seriously by him.

In this case, in the Hongwu period, when the skin and grass were peeled at every turn, who dared to be so public?

It's not that Squire Zhang and Zhou Xuedao must have been corrupt and bribery.

In fact, if it is really unscrupulous, it is common for three years to know Qingzhi County and 100,000 snowflakes of silver.

How much does the Ming Dynasty collect from a county every year? If it is great, it is ten thousand taels of silver, and those who exceed thirty thousand taels of tax silver are all the most wealthy places.

But in many cases, just because of the sophistication of human feelings, it is destined that once you become an official, your hands will inevitably be covered with oil and water.

There is no real clear stream in the world, but they are all laymen in the world, and they are just choosing their own roles according to the script!

Fan Jin shook his drowsy head and said in a low voice: "No wonder they say that everything is inferior, only if you are high in reading, learn literature and martial arts, and ...... the goods with the emperor's family."

It is worthy of a feudal society, not to mention being in a high position, but with the slightest possibility of being an official, the silver will come by itself.

Fan Jin sighed lightly, what kind of wealthy businessman seems to be majestic, but in front of the official, what can he be counted?

Especially in the Ming Dynasty, the blow to the way of merchants was famous, killing pigs at every turn.

Shen Wansan's business is big enough, right?

Rich and rivaled!

What a miserable end!

Since the Song Dynasty literati ruled the country, Donghuamen has always been a good man who reads the books of sages, and even in later generations, all over the world, those who govern the country are also social elite intellectuals.

As soon as he returned to Fan's Mansion to rest for a while, the housekeeper came to report that a guest had arrived.

Fan Jin washed up briefly, and immediately ordered someone to greet him.

The person who came was Zhang and Zhou in the county, the former Fan Jin had already seen, and the latter was another lifter, who had not seen it before, and he had prepared a generous gift to visit today.

This person was wearing a black gauze hat, a light-colored round neck, and black high-top white thick-soled shoes under his feet, his face was full of joy, and he bowed his hand to Fan Jin.

Fan Jin returned the salute, led the two to sit down, and talked for a long time before getting down to business.

"I heard that Mr. Shi intends to spend next spring, I don't know if it is enough?" Squire Zhou took a sip of tea and asked enthusiastically.

Fan Jin shook his head, "The cost is still insufficient." ”

Not to mention that Zhou Xuedao just got him two thousand taels of silver tickets, that is, after he was lifted, how many people came to flatter him?

There are those who send land and property, some who send shops, and those who are broken and settled, and the two of them come to devote themselves to serving as servants and trying to protect the shade.

Within a few days, the slaves and maids were all there, and rice, flour, money, grain, melons, fruits and vegetables were no problem.

The Fan family is used to living a hard life, and although it is more exquisite now, it is not such an extravagant family, and it is not enough to make ends meet in a short period of time.

Zhang and the squire nodded their heads, and said, "I wonder if Brother Fan has ever been to your teacher's place?" ”

Fan Jin thought that the two were talking about Zhou Xuedao, nodded subconsciously, reacted, and immediately shook his head.

The noble teacher in the mouth of the two should refer to Tangzhi County in Gaoyao City.

Squire Zhang said with a smile, "If it was just before, but now that Mr. Shi is developed, he has never visited your teacher, it is really inappropriate!" ”

Squire Zhou also persuaded, "Brother Zhang is right. The high place is fat, and Brother Fan may be able to have one or two autumn winds. ”

Fan Jin remembered that he had not visited the Gaoyao County Order since he was promoted, and he made a mistake in the secret way, it seems that he is still not old enough in terms of human feelings.

So almost without hesitation, Fan Jin nodded in agreement again and again, thinking about this matter in his heart.

Squire Zhang said happily, "I also want to bother my uncle with my deceased uncle in the future, why don't we meet and walk together?" ”

"The cost of the car and boat along the way is covered by the below, and there is no need for Mr. Shi to bother."

When it came to this kind of sake, Fan Jin was full of promises and agreed on a good date.

After thinking for a moment, Fan Jin said: "Brother Yu also received the love of the old gentleman, but I don't know what kind of gifts to prepare before it is appropriate?" ”

When he said this, Fan Jin's eyes looked at Zhang Jingzhai.

After all, Zhang Jingzhai has been an official, and he knows some things about the reception and delivery in the officialdom, and he will not make mistakes when he is idle.

Although he is an upstart, he has even entered the face of Zhou Xuedao, a member of the four-rank imperial court, but in the ancient officialdom, his eyes are still black.

Zhang Jingzhai said with a smile, "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and they don't send anything, and the courtesy is light and affectionate!" ”

Fan Jin got the letter and was relieved.

After chatting about business, several people talked about Fengyue again.

Squire Zhou didn't know the details of Fan Jin, so he asked him to recite poems.

Squire Zhang had heard that Fan Jin was not good at poetry, thinking it was a rumor, and he thought that it was a private chat, but he didn't take it seriously, so he also looked at Fan Jin intently, full of expectations, ready to listen.

Fan Jin smiled bitterly, "In the next poem, I'm really not very good at it." ”

As Director Qi said, how can a poor child who can't eat enough be qualified to fall in love?

People who can only rely on themselves, personality is a luxury for us, and we really can't afford to play with it.

Before the move, Fan Jin was even short of straw paper for learning words, and he couldn't make up the four books and five classics, so he was still cheeky to borrow it from someone to read and recite, and his hands were thick calluses due to copying books.

The Fan family is not a farming heirloom, counting up to eight generations, they are all mud legs, and there have never been any scholars.

It is precisely because of this that it is rumored that he has become crazy in Baimiao Village, and he has become the master of Wenquxing, obviously he does not have that life, but he dies without repentance.

To be honest, even Fan Jin himself couldn't understand how the original owner was supported by the cynicism of others and the blows of reality again and again.

Perhaps, what supports his uncompromising is the heavy sunk cost and the unwillingness in his chest!

Some things, as long as they persist for a long time, will become muscle memory and spiritual sustenance.

Squire Zhang thought for a while, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter." This is our private entertainment, and it will never be spread to the outside world, causing a storm in the city, regardless of whether it is good or bad, and it is whatever you want. ”

Squire Zhou also agreed again and again, and said that he also chanted a poem that he had recently obtained.

Fan Jin saw that he couldn't dodge, so he didn't say anything, and even drove the ducks to the shelves, and put the pen on the rice paper.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock."

"Thousands of blows are still strong, and the east and west are in the north and south."

Squire Zhang's eyes lit up, and he pulled Fan Jin's sleeve and hurriedly asked, "I don't know what the name of this poem is?" ”

Fan Jin looked sideways at the old bamboo growing in the cracks of the rockery in the garden, and put the pen 'bamboo stone' on the rice paper!